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My requests are officially closed. 

Thank you to everyone who requested fics from me! I really appreciate it.

I’m going to go a bit out of order when it comes to finishing them, but only for the Valentine’s Day fics. Which I will work to finish in time for the holiday. Then I will get back to finishing everything else in order. 

I still have some stuff going on in my personal life and also school. So, I will try to get everything out in a professional amount of time, but some grace would be nice.

Thank you, again! 

-Ghost

Just a reminder, I will be closing my requests in a couple of days. So, if you have any requests that you would like me to write (or headcanons that you would like to share, etc) send them my way!

Hey, if anyone wants to send me some Valentine’s Day requests before I close my requests, you may!

I already received one that I am really excited about.

New Dress

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader got a new dress on a whim and is excited to show The Doctor.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - nothing, just fluff. Me making up planets.

Word Count - 513

A/n - Feminine!Reader. This can be read as either a feminine gender neutral reader or a female reader, whatever makes you feel comfortable. Pre-established relationship. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account.

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You twirled around in front of your mirror. You had just bought a new dress. It was a spur-of-the-moment impulsive decision, but now that you were seeing the dress on yourself, you were ecstatic about your purchase.

The dress was soft and black with billowy sleeves and a three-tiered skirt that reached just below your mid-thigh. Across the black expanse of the material, there was a decorative mix of embroidered suns, stars, moons, and constellations and printed purple, blue, orange and green nebulas and galaxies. You thought that it was beautiful!

When you saw this dress, you instantly thought of The Doctor. On the dress, over your heart, there was a Human imitation of the twin stars of Oliono. Oliono was the first place The Doctor took you once the two of you began travelling together. Specifically, she took you to view the twin stars from a special, star-viewing, observatory that the residents of Oliono invented. Much later, The Doctor took you to Oliono, and the observatory, again on your first date as a couple. You were so excited to show The Doctor this dress and you hoped that she liked it just as much as you did.

You suddenly heard the TARDIS wheeze and begin to materialise in your living room. You knew that The Doctor was going to pick you up today after a weekend with your Human friends, but you didn’t know when she would appear. You ran out of your bedroom to where The TARDIS would appear. You really wanted to know what The Doctor thought of your new dress.

The Doctor gasped upon seeing you and her face broke out into an ecstatic grin.

“Is today Christmas?” The Doctor asked as she quickly walked up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you closer to her. She was so entranced by you that she forgot to close the door to The TARDIS.

“No, Doctor. It’s not Christmas.” You giggled at The Doctor’s giddiness.

“It must be! How is it that I am able to see you in such a beautiful outfit on just a random day?”

“I just saw it and hoped that you would like it.”

“Like it? I love it! You look absolutely brilliant!” The Doctor looked down at you in the breathtaking outfit again. She crooked her head to the side when she noticed something.  The Doctor then trailed her hand over the fabric close to your heart.

“Oliono? The twin stars!” 

“Yeah, that’s why I bought this dress. It reminded me of you.” The Doctor jolted her head back up at you with wide, slightly watery eyes, before smiling brightly again. She then gently took your face in both of her hands and kissed you sweetly, completely full of love and admiration for you. Once the two of you parted, The Doctor offered you her hand and lead you to her TARDIS.

“Come on! I have so many things to show you. Plus, we should plan another excursion to Oliono, as a treat, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t want anything less, Doc.”

Hi!

I've been debating doing this since the beginning of the year just because of some personal situations, school beginning again, and me being behind on requests.

But I will be closing my requests soon.

I will be accepting any requests for (about) the next two weeks to give you guys the opportunity to send in all the requests/thoughts you might have. And I will be accepting requests for open characters on my Characters That I Write For list.

I will be closing my requests on 1 February 2023.

I'm sorry if this upsets anyone. I don't really want to do this either, but I'm behind and a bit overwhelmed. I hope that you can understand, but I am really excited to hear your requests and thoughts! 

And thank you to all the people that have requested things from me. I really appreciate that. I am working on all of your non-posted requests, I’ve just been a bit busy lately, but I will be posting things soon.

- Ghost

Also (continuing from my last post) I love Benoit Blanc!!!

I finally watched Knives Out and it was so good!

Waking Up Beside The Two Of You

Edward Teach x Reader x Stede Bonnet

Summary - The Reader wakes up in the arms of their boyfriends.

Warnings - nothing, I think, just fluff

Word Count - 439

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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A calming purple cloud swam around your head as you rode on the back of a dolphin through the sky. You were dreaming, you knew that, but you didn’t want this fantastical fiction to end. Though, you did wonder what was going on around your sleep-ridden form. 

A few voices drifted in and out of your ears. It was Ed and Stede. You could tell that it was them even in your dreamy state. Conversations about pirates and plans were being had by the voices, causing the dreamworld you were in to shift to a fanciful version of the pirate life. Just you, Stede and Ed sailing a flying ship through the purple clouds. Occasionally, one of you would pull the other into each other's arms and dance and kiss on the deck while sailing to your next adventure. 

Some sunspots began to shine through your dream and some of your partner’s conversations began to echo in your mind more clearly. You knew that you were beginning to wake up now. 

“What if we created a multi-barrel cannon? Multiple barrels for multiple shots meaning more damage.” Ed gestured. 

“Revolutionary!” Stede whisper-shouted slightly louder than he and Ed had wished.

“Shush! Don’t wake them up, man!”

Despite Ed’s statement, you stirred. Most of your dream world disappeared into the darkness, but the images of your boyfriends remained in your mind. With your eyes still closed, your arms stretched out into the air, and you felt a hand on each arm caressing your skin.

“Good morning, dear.” Stede welcomed you as soon as you opened your eyes.

“Mornin’, love!” Ed winked at you before continuing to speak.

“Finally joined us in the world of the awakened, I see.”

“Good morning Blackbeard and The Gentleman Pirate.” You often teased them with their pirate names, especially as cheeky morning hellos and nighttime goodnights.

“Did you sleep well?” Stede asked genuinely.

“I had very interesting and pleasant dreams. What about you two?”

“We were just planning out some brand new weapons.” Stede was very excited, more than usual one might argue.

“Well … I don’t know if it’s new, but it will scare the life outta our enemies, I’d say!” 

“You must tell me what you are planning!” 

“After breakfast you two. We have to be all ship shape … ahhhh … before we get to the pirating.” Stede lept out of bed excitedly while you and Ed shared a jokingly-annoyed look about Stede’s horrible pun. The three of you, once fully out of bed, then ventured over to Stede’s secret wardrobe in order to get dressed before enjoying your breakfast and morning together. 

Requesting Rules

I write all types of fanfiction on this blog, many of the formats are listed below

I am willing to include almost any tropes that you might specify within your request.

I tend to write more fluff than smut. 

I am not opposed to writing smut, though. I’m just a bit more insecure when it comes to writing smut because I don’t tend to write it as often.

Even though I don’t always write smut, there are allusions to 18+ activities in some of my fics.

So This Is An 18+ Blog

I know that I cannot regulate everyone who interacts with my content, but minors and blogs without ages in their bio will be blocked. And minors just please don’t read my 18+ fics.

I accept requests with both general and specific reader descriptions. 

I will be upfront and say that I feel the most comfortable writing gender neutral readers

As someone who has read fanfiction for years before writing it, I understand that a lot of people use fanfiction as a coping mechanism, and it can be devastating if your request goes unanswered. 

I will try my hardest to get everything to you in an orderly time for this reason, but I hope that I will be allowed some allowances. I have mental health and physical health issues. 

So, I will try my hardest to get everything out on a good schedule, but I am still trying to find a good school/fanfiction/personal health balance and it can be difficult to keep up with everything.

Formats The I Write

Series

Oneshots

Blurbs 

Headcanons/Preferences

Prompts 

Tropes (Only one bed, Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, AUs, etc)

Songfics

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Smut

General DO’s - What I DO Write

x Readers

Character x Reader x Character (the two characters not being poly)

Poly!Characters x Readers or Character x Reader x Character (the two characters being poly)

Platonic/Friendship Relationships

Non-Platonic/ Romantic Relationships

SFW Plots/Plot Points

NSFW Plots/Plot Points *

LGBTQ+ Readers 

POC Readers

Plus Size/Curvy Readers

Neurodivergent Readers 

Readers with Disabilities/Disorders (mental, physical, emotional)

Mental Illness **

General DON’Ts - What I DO NOT Write

Character x Character - Except in a polyamorous context where the Reader is also involved

Characters or the Reader Dying Permanently 

Extreme graphic violence - Given some of the media that I write for, there is bound to be some mention of graphic violence, but I don’t want said violence to feel like horror porn

Incest, rape, or bestiality 

Sexual Harassment/Assault - I am okay with allusions to it(like in a hurt/comfort sort of way), but not graphic depictions of it

Racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, or any other type of bigotry - Again, I am okay with allusions to these things in a hurt/comfort sort of way where a random third party does something and a character comforts the reader. I just don’t want or support hate on my blog.

NSFW * - Specifically Kinks and Fetishes

*Piss and shit kinks and foot fetishes are just not my thing, so none of that, please

*No Pregenant!readers or readers that are about to give birth, please

*I am a bit iffy on Parent!readers because I just don’t think that I will be able to write them well

*And I am a bit iffy on breeding kinks - anything about actively trying to get pregnant is not my thing

Mental Illnesses ** - as mentioned above, allusions are okay but I am not comfortable writing graphic depictions of things like self-harm, suicide attempts, or eating disorders

Disclaimers

Everyone’s life experiences are different. 

I might have different symptoms or habits when it comes to neurodivergencies and mental illnesses and just life. 

Some aspects of my fics are going to be rooted in my life experiences no matter how much research I do.

2. And I probably have a different interpretation of a character than you, but that is okay.

3. If there is a character you would like to know if I will write for that is not on the Character List I attached below, please message me! 

There is a possibility that I might write for them, and I just forgot to add them to my list.

4. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out either through messages or on anon!

Anyway, I want this blog to be a kind, caring, safe place where people can stop by if they need a calm place to stay for a bit. I hope that you have fun here! :)

Finally, my Character List is linked here.

Edited 28 September 2024

Characters I Write For

BBC Ghosts

All Characters

Only gender neutral, trans masc, trans male, or platonic requests for The Captain, please.

BBC Sherlock

All Characters

Doctor Who

All NuWho Regenerations of The Doctor

Canon Regenerations

Special Regenerations (Ex. Ganger!Doctor)

Alternate Universe Regenerations (Ex. Dhawan!Doctor)

All NuWho Regenerations of The Master

Canon Regenerations

Special Regenerations (Ex. Doctor!Master)

Alternate Universe Regenerations (Ex. Whittaker!Master)

The Doctor x The Reader x The Master (any NuWho regenerations)

All NuWho Companions

Ghost (The Band Ghost)

Papas

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV

Era IV Ghouls

Aether

Sodo

Rain

Mountain

Swiss

Cirrus

Cumulus

Era V Ghouls

Ghouls Carried Over From Era IV

Sunshine

Aurora

Phantom

If there is a character that you are curious if I write for that isn’t on this list, please message me or send me an ask!

I am also going to list my Requesting Rules here. Please read those before requesting!

Touch Starved

Capaldi!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor has noticed your behaviour change over your time in his TARDIS and is determined to do something about it.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Themes of depression and loneliness, not great parents

Word Count - 1292

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This was requested and posted on my old Tumblr account and I just wanted to post it on here. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You were a very affectionate person. You knew this from a very young age as you would love to hug your friends and want to hold their hands constantly. Your parents, however, instilled in you the harshness of society and how many people don’t like random and public displays of affection or how some people can use your naturally affectionate against you. So, they quickly moulded your behaviour after childhood and taught you to restrain yourself. They said that affection was cute when presented in children, but annoying and awkward when seen in adults.

After you grew up and went into higher education, your parents expected you to follow their influence. So, you grew colder and more isolated with age until you barely showed your friends physical affection at all.

When you first met The Doctor, you saw this opportunity to shed the influence of your parents and to return to your warm and bubbly self, but you hadn’t tried to hug either him or Clara, yet. You grew insecure when you heard The Doctor’s protests to Clara’s hugs. He would always give in, though, but you could see that he was still a bit uncomfortable with the act. You understood that Clara was The Doctor’s companion longer than you, though it still hurt your heart every time you would see the two of them hug or hold hands.  

You wanted affection so badly your body physically hurt. You didn’t know who to tell, though. So, you internalized your past and your current wants. You began staying in more, staying in your room in The TARDIS and usually sleeping. You were conflicted with yourself. You knew what you wanted, but the voices of your parents continued to echo throughout your head. So, you stayed in and secluded yourself so as to not be tempted into giving into your more affectionate personality.

After much convincing from both Clara and The Doctor (both of them knocking on your bedroom door constantly to see if you were okay), the three of you went on an adventure together. The Doctor decided to take the pair of you to a planetary market. They both explained that they had both been there before, The Doctor many times so, but the two of them figured that you would appreciate the aesthetics of the planet, as well. You have described to both of them many times that you always loved fairs and festivals and markets as they always gave you an opportunity to meet and interact with many individuals. Even if you avoided physical touch, you loved spending time with new people.

As soon as you arrived on the planet, your spirits instantly rose. You would go from booth to booth, talking to all of the individuals from various planets and people, just happy to interact with all of them. 

You then went to one booth, excited by what they were selling, but you were unable to understand the seller. The Doctor came up from behind you and unexpectedly placed one of his slim hands on the small of your back. You tried to concentrate on what he was saying and his conversation with the seller, but your mind continued to drift to the weight of The Doctor’s hand on your back. 

Clara motioned for the two of you to join her at another booth down the main market pathway. It was clad in different accessories such as jewellery and scarves and hats. The Doctor’s hand moved up your back to between your shoulder blades as he pushed you toward the booth. Once there, he dramatically picked up various accoutrements and moved you around like a model to see which was the best looking on you. Clara giggled, then added to The Doctor’s madness by wrapping a thickly-knit purple scarf, with stars and moons embroidered into the fabric, dramatically around your neck. The pair of them stepped back and smiled broadly. 

Clara removed a strange hat from your head and The Doctor removed the scarf while you struggled to get a complicated bracelet off of your wrist. You tried to ask them multiple times what they were doing, but they always responded with a jolly “isn’t it obvious?” You had finally removed the bracelet when you saw The Doctor holding a bag out to you.

“What’s this?”

“The scarf. You looked good in it and I thought that you would want a souvenir.” He smiled and shoved the bag into your shocked hands before quickly taking your arm in his and walking after Clara who had gone to find some edible food for you and her’s Human palate.

The day continued just the same. Clara and The Doctor trying to make you happy by showing you the wonders of the Universe and the amazing celebrations of this planet. All of you ate strange foods (as long as they were safe) and you got a few more souvenirs. All the while, The Doctor always had a hand on your back or his arm hooked around yours. You couldn’t understand the change in attitude and what was happening and why The Doctor was acting so differently. The three of you even took a couple of photos in front of a monument with your arms all wrapped around each other. The Doctor, rarely, if ever, acted like this, but you were enjoying it.

You were starting to worry, though, that this was just The Doctor’s way of giving you one last great adventure before sending you back to Earth. This plagued your mind even though you tried to enjoy the rest of the day and create lifelong memories of your time with your friends. But your inner fears were continuing to rage in a confusing rubble in your brain when the three of you returned to The TARDIS and The Doctor said to prepare for a much more running-filled adventure tomorrow.

“Both of us?” You stayed behind after Clara said her goodnights and went to her room in order to ask some of your questions. 

“Not just you and Clara?”

“Why wouldn’t you be there, Y/n? Are you not feeling okay?” You shook your head in confusion.

“I just thought that you were taking me home. This adventure was so fun and happy, I had figured that it would be my last one.”

“Do you want to go home?” You practically screamed a frantic “no!” back to The Doctor, probably a bit too quickly.

“Then why would I make you do so?”

“I don't really know. I was just worried that I might have made you and Clara uncomfortable because of how much I love showing affection to the people I care about.” You were looking down at your shoes until you felt The Doctor’s hands come to firmly hold your shoulders. You looked up at him, but you were still too afraid to look him in the eye.

“Y/n, I promise you that you have not made either of us uncomfortable. We know that you care about us, and our boundaries and we really appreciate that. I do especially. I’m not that big of a hugger, but I will always love a hug from you. Whenever you need one, just ask.” The Doctor smiled bittersweetly, he could see that you were on the verge of tears, and he just wanted to make you happy. He slowly opened his arms for you, and you fell into his chest. The Doctor ran a hand over your back, rubbing relaxing circles into your muscles, while his other arm was wrapped around your neck, gently curling you into his torso. The two of you stayed like this for a while, you couldn’t tell how long, just simply enjoying the relaxing peace of the gesture.

I’m Not Him 

Ganger!Doctor x Reader

Summary - You liked The Doctor, but he didn’t feel the same way about you. What will happen when you meet his Ganger again?

Based On This Request -

Warnings - references to character death, sadness

Word Count - 1772

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I posted this request over on my old Tumblr account and I just wanted to repost it on here.

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You walked, curiously and trepidatiously, around the halls and corners of The TARDIS. For the past couple of days, you heard The Doctor rummaging around the ship, and you finally decided to investigate. He would do stuff like this often, rummaging and making tons of noise, but not for this long of a time. He was definitely up to something.

The Doctor had avoided everyone since the events of Demon’s Run and it was beginning to scare you, more than the fact that he was secretly planning something behind your back. You had heard stories from Madame Vastra and River that The Doctor had a history of shutting down after extremely eye-opening or sorrowful events, but you had never seen him act like this yourself. You didn’t know how to react to him acting like this.

You had been left behind at Demon’s Run along with Amy, Rory, and River, and River eventually took all of you home with her vortex manipulator. Soon after you were getting used to being at home, though, The Doctor showed up at your doorstep. He said that it had been a while since he had seen you and he was excited for you to see what he had planned. You were excited, too, at the moment, but now you were just scared. 

The Doctor Had not picked up Amy and Rory yet, but River invited herself into the TARDIS constantly. She added to The Doctor’s rummaging and whispering around the ship. You wondered what they were doing, but then you figured that you might not want to know. 

However, one thought continued to plague your mind, and that was why The Doctor brought you back onto The TARDIS in the first place, especially without Amy and Rory. You had joined the couple after The Doctor ran into you on one of his private adventures that he would go on when he couldn’t sleep and stayed ever since. Your life on The TARDIS was much more exciting than your life on Earth and you didn’t want to stay on that planet any longer. But everything that led up to today was making you worried that your time exploring the Universe was ending.

The Doctor randomly jumped out from a corridor with his spacey wacey goggles hanging around his neck. You jumped and shrieked from the shock while The Doctor profusely apologised. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly.

“Y/n, I have something very exciting to show you!” You barely mumbled a still shocked “okay” before The Doctor quickly grabbed your hand and lead you towards a room you had never seen before. It was dark, with only a couple of dim, orangy-yellowy lights glowing on the walls, making the whole situation stranger. You could see through the dim lighting that there was a mechanised tub similar to the machine you saw at Saint John's Base. You remembered that trip well, it was shocking and emotional, but you could not put the pieces The Doctor was feeding you together. 

“Doctor, I don’t understand. What is all of this?”

“What does it look like? I’m fulfilling my promise and proving my theory correct.” The Doctor moved to fiddle with a few wires and tubes, making sure that they were all set.

“Your Ganger?” You questioned The Doctor, still confused.

“John Smith, yes!” The alien before you briefly stopped what he was doing to exclaim what he thought was obvious. Before getting back to checking to see if everything was in order.

“You’re bringing him back? Why?” The Doctor finally stopped fiddling with the machine to look at you confused.

“For you, of course!” You questioned what he meant by that. 

“I saw how the two of you became very close that day. I thought that I might bring him back for you.” The Doctor looked slightly sad, and you didn’t know why. 

“I thought he was you back then.” You weren’t lying, but you did like The Doctor’s Ganger, he seemed to care about you more than The Doctor, who seemed to only have eyes for Amy and River.

“After you found out, the two of you still became very close. I just don’t like you being alone, Y/n.” You were shocked by The Doctor’s reveal and didn’t know what to say to all of this information. You were going to tell The Doctor to wait, give you time to think if this is actually what you wanted, but he already started the machine. 

The tub filled itself with a formula, and then the liquid moulded and formed into The Doctor’s Ganger. Both of you and The Doctor watched curiously as all of this was happening. Suddenly, The Ganger!Doctor’s eyes popped open, and he screamed loudly in pain. He curled into a fetal position while clutching his head. The Doctor went to check if everything was okay on the scans and computers in the corner monitoring everything. 

You joined The Doctor to watch the computers as well, but then out of the corner of your eye, you saw The Ganger!Doctor jumping up out of the tub. He seemed perfectly fine despite the pain he was in a moment ago.

“Ah! I’m back!” He stated cheerfully, adjusting his red bowtie.

Your mouth fell open in shock after looking at The Ganger!Doctor in the eye. You didn’t know what to do or say. Your breath began to quicken, and your head started to hurt. So, you quickly turned to walk back to your room. 

You were so confused. A jumble of emotions ran through your head, and you couldn’t really focus on any of them for a long time. You liked The Doctor, you had for a long time, but you never let yourself love him. You were well aware of The Doctor’s relationship with River, and you were happy for them both, but it did sting your heart a bit because you had no one. The Doctor and River had each other and Amy and Rory had each other, and you wanted someone, too. Now The Doctor was giving you his Ganger. The possibility of not being alone was right before you, but you couldn’t help but run away.

It was true, you did like the Ganger!Doctor when you first met him. But it felt as if you were being pawned off by The Doctor. You were now angry. You couldn’t help but feel like this “gift” was bittersweet because even though The Doctor was being kind, he would never understand why it hurt. And you felt so sad for The Ganger!Doctor. He never did anything wrong and kept getting hurt in the process. You didn’t really know what feeling to prioritise and you just needed to be alone.

After spending a couple of hours doing everything but thinking about what just happened, you finally accepted that The Ganger!Doctor was back, and he was here for you. You were grateful that The Doctor thought of you, despite the questionable act. And you really did want to get to know The Ganger!Doctor on a personal level and outside of an adventure. You considered going out and trying to talk to the Ganger!Doctor, but a sudden knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts. You spoke a quiet “come in” and readjusted the work you were doing off of your lap.

“Hello …” It was the Ganger!Doctor, lingering in the doorway. Normally you probably wouldn’t be able to tell, but he was wearing the same thing he was wearing before, and you didn’t think that The Doctor would clean all of The TARDIS grease off of his clothes and face that quickly.

“Hello,” You responded bittersweetly.

“Hello …” The Ganger!Doctor repeated himself, and you could tell that he cursed himself in his head because of the disgruntled face he made.

“May I come in?” You nodded and motioned for him to join you on the floor where you were sitting. You would always sit on the floor when you needed to think hard about something. The two of you sat there for a long time in silence. There was a weird tension that you couldn’t really describe. But the pair of you continued to catch each other's eyes and then quickly look away. The Ganger!Doctor began patting his knees with his hands anxiously.

“I’m not really him, you know.” The Ganger!Doctor suddenly spoke up quietly, with his voice tinted with sadness.

“What do you mean?” You finally looked into The Ganger!Doctor’s eyes for longer than a couple of seconds.

“I have all of The Doctor’s memories and I obviously look like him, but I’m my own person with my own thoughts and opinions. I don’t see you the same way he does.” You could see how sad he was and how much he just wanted to be seen as himself.

“I’m sorry for assuming that you were, especially after the events of Saint John’s Base. I guess it was just the shock of everything.” The Ganger!Doctor nodded at your statement, but you could see how solemn he still was.

“I’ll try to be better.” You tried to smile, but it was still bittersweet. So, you reached out to hold The Ganger!Doctor’s hand. He squeezed your hand tightly as if he was shocked that you were actually touching him and worried that you would let go too soon.

“I don’t want you to be better, I just want you to be yourself.” You nodded in understanding and both of you fell back into silence, but you continued to hold each other's hands.

“What do you want to be called?” You asked suddenly. The Ganger!Doctor quirked his head to the side in thought and fiddled with his bowtie with his free hand.

“John Smith is a decent name, at least until I come up with a more unique name. Does John Smith sound like a good name to be paired with a Stetson?”

“Yeah, I think it does!” You laughed at his cute question and genuinely smiled at the now John Smith.

“I’ll stick with John Smith then!” He smiled back at you widely causing you to giggle. You really did like seeing him smile so happily. 

Far into the night, the pair of you continued to talk and giggle and laugh. You told wide stories about your adventures and you both told interesting facts about yourselves. Unbeknownst to you, The Doctor grinned bittersweetly from your open door frame, happy that you were finally happy and not alone.

Breakfast Not In Bed

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just waking up in your new apartment with Eddie.

Warnings - allusions to sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 374

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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The bed was cold when you woke up, except for the section of the mattress being warmed by the sun. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sat up on your elbow. Eddie was nowhere to be seen. You expected him to be sleeping soundly beside you, both because of the “adventurous” night the two of you had last night and because it was your first morning in your new apartment together. 

Getting bored with being alone, you slowly sat up fully and stretched all of the kinks out of your body before exiting the bed. Your feet immediately froze upon hitting the floor of your bedroom. You then stretched one last time before walking out to find where Eddie could have gone. 

To your surprise, you found Eddie standing shirtless in his boxers by the stove in the kitchen.

“No! I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.” Eddie whined as he stirred something in a big bowl.

“Well, now I can help you. Or, at the very least, hug you while you cook.” You skipped over to him and then buried your head into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Are you making waffles?” You asked after a few minutes of hugging Eddie. You were still incredibly tired, so instead of removing your head from Eddie’s shoulder to watch him cook, you just resolved to ask him what he was doing.

“With all the fixin’s!” Eddie shouted in response.

“Not very healthy…”

“It’s our first morning here, can’t we celebrate?” You hummed in thought. It would be lovely to spend a cute morning with Eddie, but the memories from last night kept invading your mind.

“Just like we celebrated last night?” You teased.

“Well, yes. We haven’t had sex on the kitchen table yet, or the counter. And I always wanted to lick whipped cream off your body.” You playfully hit Eddie’s stomach while giggling at his comment.

“We should eat first, before we do any of that, Rockstar.”

“Yes. My precious must have a full stomach before we go for another round.” With that, Eddie turned around in your arms and stuffed a freshly prepared waffle into your mouth and kissed your face all over before returning to make your love-filled breakfast.

So Where To First?

Smith!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After The Doctor saves you several times, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #15. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

Warnings - canon typical violence

Word Count - 1129

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You had met The Doctor many times before. For some reason, the two of you always ended up in the same place at the same time. However, the times that the two of you met were rarely peaceful. So many times you found yourself attacked by a random alien wanting to get to The Doctor, and every time, The Doctor saved you.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have feelings for The Doctor. How could you not have feelings for the person who saved you random encounter after random encounter? But how could you possibly tell someone so monolithic that you had a crush on them and that you wished to see them in more intimate, less terrifying, circumstances? It seemed like such a daunting task to you.

Today would not be one of those less terrifying days for you, however. The day did start out normal. You went to the shops and got some groceries, cleaned your apartment and did some work for the upcoming Monday. But when you went to go for a little walk to the nearby park in order to stretch your legs and get out of your home an alien appeared out of nowhere and prepared to attack you. You didn’t know what to do. You tried to run away, but the alien crowded you in. You still tried to run away from it because it seemed slow and lumbering, but then the alien hit you over the head with the butt of their weapon. You didn’t knock out completely, but you were in no state to help yourself.

In your haze, you could feel the alien dragging you back to its ship. Then you heard a noise. The most beautiful noise in the Universe. A wheezing sound going in and out of time until it stabilised and then suddenly stopped. The Doctor was here. He was here to save you. But before you could actually rejoice in the fact that The Doctor had saved you, you fell asleep.

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You woke up in your bed, neatly tucked in under the covers. Your head felt completely fine as if nothing had ever happened. On your bedside table, there was a glass of water, a plate of Jammie Dodgers (one biscuit of the bunch had a bite taken out of it), and a vase of freshly cut flowers. You looked to the window and saw through the break in your curtains that the sun was still up but was clearly about to set.

Suddenly, a crash rumbled throughout your apartment, originating from the kitchen. You then heard a shout that sounded like The Doctor talking to himself. You were instantly relieved. At least a stranger hadn’t broken into your home.

You grumbled stiffly out of bed and wrapped a quilt that you had never seen before around your sour body. You assumed that The Doctor had given you some alien medicine that treated your probable concussion, but it caused you to feel a bit stiff. Before you left your bedroom, though, to see what The Doctor was doing in the kitchen, you snatched a Jammie Dodger a quickly gobbled it down.

Upon padding into the kitchen, you saw The Doctor running around the place making some delicious-smelling food. He wasn’t wearing his statement jacket, just his button-down shirt, braces, and bowtie. He brushed his hair back and looked behind him, briefly making eye contact with you. He turned back around to the food he was preparing but did a double take and then excitedly said hello to you once he fully realized that you were now in the room with him.

“Ah! Y/n! You’re awake! I was hoping that you would be soon so I would have to wake you up. I made you some dinner.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do any of this, Doctor.”

“Of course I did. Don’t be ridiculous.”

The Doctor then instructed you to sit and relax while he finished making you dinner before serving it to you with his unique brand of dramatic flair. The two of you then ate contently, exchanging polite conversation intermingled with The Doctor’s explanation of what had happened to you early that day. But eventually, you both finished eating meaning that The Doctor would probably have to be leaving soon. Something in your brain must have clicked while you were asleep; you needed to confess your feelings to the person you cared about most in the Universe.

“Can I do something that I have been meaning to do for a while?” You asked hopefully.

“Ooo, yes, please! I love new things. Always have. You got a new thing; I will race to try it!” The Doctor rambled as you stood up and rounded the corner of the table until you were directly in front of The Doctor. You could tell that The Doctor was going to continue to talk about how much he loved trying new things, so you leaned down and kissed The Doctor. In the kiss, you channelled all your gratitude for him and all the growing feelings you had for him. Eventually, you ended the kiss with a bite to The Doctor’s bottom lip and then licked where you bit him before retreating back to your seat.

The Doctor looked at you shocked for a moment before jolting up from his seat. He ran out of your kitchen toward the front door of your flat before running back to you.

“I’ll be back in a tick, I promise. Do you trust me?” You nodded bittersweetly. You trusted him, of course you did, but you were hoping for something bigger in response. A second later, though, you heard the same wheezing sound you heard before going in and out of your kitchen. Suddenly The Doctor’s TARDIS appeared in your kitchen. You were already amazed because you had never seen The TARDIS in action before, but then The Doctor bolted out from the doors of his ship.

“Tadah!! Do you like it?”

“Like it? Doctor, I love it!”

“Would you like to travel with me, then?”

“Really?” You never thought that The Doctor would ever invite you onto his ship.

“Yes! Of course! I’d love to travel with you, Y/n.” The Doctor kneeled down to where he was level with you in your chair and then caressed your face before pecking your lips. He then kissed your nose and let his head rest against yours. Your face broke out into a cheek-hurting smile before you tackled The Doctor into a hug. He quickly stood up to avoid falling over onto your kitchen floor and reciprocated the action. He then spun you around a couple of times before setting you down.

“So where to first?”

Dark Side Of The Moon

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary - After a stressful couple of weeks, The Reader and Peter decompress together.

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of physical harm because of missions and training, mentions of trauma/depression/sadness

Word Count - 1766

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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Things had been loud lately; the world, Xavier Mansion, your head. All of it was just way too loud. There seemed to be news being made every day, most of it bad. Many students and official X-Men members have been sporting injuries and bandages throughout the school. Professor Xavier, even, was spotted with bandages around his shoulder and neck this morning. If he found himself hurt, then it was bound to happen to you soon.

You were a newer student at Xavier School. You were a late bloomer; your powers only appeared in your early twenties after your ex broke your heart. Sudden change or trauma, Professor Xavier said when he first explained your newfound powers to you, could cause the previously dormant mutant gene in your DNA to make itself known. He then said that, frankly, it was unlikely for the gene to remain dormant for your entire life; trauma and change were, sometimes, unfortunate but quintessential parts of Human existence and therefore couldn’t be avoided.

You still felt so incredibly out of touch with the majority of the people either staying at or attending school at Xavier Mansion, no matter what The Professor had told you. You felt useless. You felt uprooted. You felt out of place. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere, not in the non-mutant world or the mutant world. 

Professor Xavier constantly argued against your negativity. Somehow, he always seemed to have hope, in both you and the world. He would always encourage your studies and just say that you just needed a bit more training in order to control your powers. Obviously, you understood his perspective, even though you disagreed with it sometimes. But when everything seemed to be falling apart and you couldn’t properly help yourself or the people around you, it was difficult to not be negative and actually see the positive things in life. 

You usually listened to music to get your mind off of the pain and guilt you felt. As soon as you left a classroom or training you would pop on your headphones and press play on your Walkman until you returned to your room. As soon as you got there, you would select a record and play it on your record player and just relax until you felt better. The length of time it took for you to fully relax to music had been getting longer with each passing day, though, and you worried that you might be entering into an incredibly dark place.

Today you were lying on the floor of your room, just thinking, while listening to Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd. You had already finished your classes for the day and training had been cancelled due to so many people being injured. Everyone was instructed by The Professor to have a calming couple of days to heal from their less severe injuries and catch up on their studies. You already finished the majority of your mutant homework, as well, so you were just left with your mind to deal with. As not being busy meant that you actually had to focus on the thoughts in your head and the worries you had. You didn’t really know how to relax no matter how much you tried to accomplish that goal with music.

Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd was an album that always resonated with you. Maybe, subconsciously, that’s why you chose it today. To both help you relax but also to help you process some of your emotions. 

Unfortunately, this album also reminded you of your parents. You hoped that they were okay. It had been a while since you talked to them. You didn’t know if they were disappointed in you or mad or just uncomfortable, but you missed them and wished that they would either come to see you or respond to any of the messages and letters that you had sent them.

The world wasn’t perfect before you discovered that you were a mutant, you were well aware of that. But you, at least, knew your place in the world. Now you felt burdened by the newfound responsibility these powers gave you and the stigma that was now attached to your name. Right now, you felt like there was nothing you could do to help yourself except to listen to the track currently playing on your chosen record.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

In the middle of the song “Time”, you heard a knock at your door. You sucked in a breath. You didn’t really want to see anyone. You wanted to be alone and just process things. Professor Xavier, though, always encouraged you to try and meet new people at your new home, not just go to him if you needed anything. So, you braced yourself and prepared to interact with someone potentially unknown to you.

“Come in!” You shouted over the music. You heard the door open, allowing the hallway light to stream into your dimly lit room, but you didn’t sit up fully. All of your effort was being put into allowing someone in your space; you didn’t have enough energy to spare in order to sit up to greet the stranger at your door.

You turned your head to the side and saw the person who knocked. Peter Maximoff stood in your doorway, a bit frazzled looking. He had a forced smile on his face and a bandage peeking out from the sleeve of his Rush t-shirt.

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

“Are you okay?” You asked the speedster who was standing eerily still. You shared a few mutant classes with Peter and trained with him a couple of times. He had to go easy on you every time you were on opposing sides of training activities. Peter was always apologetic to you after the fact, in his own Peter Maximoff way. One time, about two months ago, he kicked your ass into the next week and gifted you a box of Twinkies as an apology. 

Other than your interactions in classes and training, Peter was always nice to you, often sparing you from the majority of his pranks. Despite some people living in Xavier Mansion, you never had a reason to dislike the speedster. You would even dare to say that you sought out his company on the rare occasions when you felt comfortable enough to. Even though you did want him to feel similar feelings, you were shocked to see Peter standing in your doorway.

“Oh yeah! Everything’s great … well, not great but fine. I just heard your music in the hall.”

“Oh, sorry! I can turn it down if it’s bothering you.”

“No! I’m cool with it. I’m just wondering if I could listen with you. Hangout, you know, if you are comfortable with that.” Again, you were shocked that Peter wanted to spend time with you, but you allowed him to join you.

“Yeah, Peter, that sounds nice.”

Peter closed your bedroom door and walked into your room. You were surprised that he didn’t use his powers. He usually always used them, often to the annoyance of other mutants.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun

But it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Peter laid down on your carpet in a similar position to you. Once his body fully relaxed, he let out a big sigh. You looked over at him. In the closeness, you saw some more cuts and bandages littered over his body. You were going to say something about it, but Peter ended up speaking first.

“I love this album. Always have since I first heard it.”

“Me, too, even though it makes me a bit sad.”

“Yeah, I know that there’s a lot of trauma in the album, but it always made me feel seen.” You saw out of the corner of your eye that Peter was talking with his hands, causing a small smile to break out on your face.

“That’s why I chose it today. I just felt small and a bit broken lately. Somehow this album always makes me feel better despite the tragedy within it.” Peter smiled bittersweetly at your comment. He didn’t think that someone would be able to understand him as much as you did, even though The Professor always encouraged Peter to reach out and make a connection with you.

“You have a good taste in music. We should do something like this again. If you want.”

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

You looked over at Peter and he looked over at you. You noticed a couple of scabs on his cheek and chin. You frowned upon seeing them. You wished that the world wasn’t like the way it was. You wished that none of your mutant friends and peers had to hide or fight. You just wished that everything could be normal.

“Hey.” Peter brought you out of your thoughts and intertwined his hand in yours.

“I’m okay, and you’re going to be okay, too.” You smiled bittersweetly, touched by his words and his worry for you. You then curled into Peter’s side and layed your head on his shoulder. 

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

“We should definitely do this again, Peter.” You heard him chuckle before you felt him tighten his grip around you. The two of you then let the album play on while you both relaxed in silence.

Far away, across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Happy New Year Everyone!

I hope that 2023 treats us all well!

Choosing You

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Master kidnaps The Reader hoping to seduce them, but you will always choose The Doctor.

Based On This Request -

Promts Used - #24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Warnings - Kidnapping, references to sexual activities, making out, Minor DNI!

Word Count - 912

A/n - Again, I think that this is more of a gender neutral reader, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless. Requested on my old Tumblr by a lovely anon!

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You groaned in pain as a migraine bubbled to the surface of your brain. It was clear to you what was going on; you were working off the last remains of a tranquiliser while being tightly tied to a chair facing a grinning Master. Given how many times The Master kidnapped you in this way, you would have hoped that you would have gained some sort of residence to the tranquiliser, but you hadn’t. You always woke up uncomfortable and with a massive headache.

“Well well well, look what I found wandering a dangerous planet all by themselves. We really have to stop meeting like this, love.”

“You wouldn’t dream of not kidnapping me if given the chance.”

“Think highly of yourself, do you?”

“Clearly you think highly of me. That’s why you haven’t killed me.”

“Yet.” The Master cocked his head to the side and look you up and down hungrily. You rolled your eyes. You could tell that he was trying to be threatening, but you knew that he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Just let me go and nothing bad will happen to you.”

“Let you go? But why in space would I do that?” The Master began sauntering over to where you were tied up.

“The Doctor will get me back and your plan will fail again.”

“Will that really happen?”

“Yes, it will.”

“But I just want you, Y/n.” That made you freeze. You had suspected that The Master had feelings for you, but given how he usually acts, you could never be sure.

“I don’t need some big destructive plan to be happy, I just need you.” The Master lent down and cupped your cheek.

“I have grown very fond of you. And I think that you have grown very fond of me, too.” The Master's voice was soft and sultry. You could hear his genuineness in his voice, and that’s what terrified you.

He moved his hand over to your lips and then brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, causing The Master to smirk. He snuck his thumb into your mouth. You then saw your chance and you took it. You bit The Master’s thumb. Hard. Your kidnapper then screamed out in pain and stumbled back toward his TARDIS console.

“You bit me! Kinky. The Doctor would not approve.”

“I disagree. She quite likes the pressure.” The Master’s glare darkened upon hearing your suggestive statement.

“I have some business to take care of, murder weapons and such, you know how it is. Don’t go anywhere.” The Master grumbled out of the console room, his fists balled tightly. 

As soon as he was gone, The TARDIS broke your restraints. She always helped you get away from The Master, and you thanked her greatly before leaving the ship and running off to find The Doctor. Thankfully, it didn’t take you long until you ran into your strange alien companion searching everywhere for you.

“I thought that I lost you!” The Doctor scolded as she ran toward you. She enveloped you in a hug as soon as the two of you were in front of each other.

“I’d never let that happen and you know it!”

“But The Master? How did you get away?”

“My genius. Plus a little help from his TARDIS. Also, I may or may not have bit The Master’s thumb to distract him.”

“You bit him.”

“He deserved it! He was flirting with me, so I had to prove that I’m yours Doctor.” The Gallifreyan smiled sweetly and then kissed delicately.

“I love you!”

“I love you more, Doc.” The Doctor held out her open palm and you enthusiastically took her hand. She quickly bounded into a run and lead you to her TARDIS.

Upon entering The Doctor’s ship, she instantly grasped your face with both hands and smashed her lips into yours. You responded passionately and pulled The Doctor closer to you by her hips. You then brushed your tongue over The Doctor’s bottom lip teasingly. The Doctor opened her mouth and dove her tongue into your mouth, quickly defeating you in the fight for dominance. You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth and grabbed her hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other in order to ground yourself. The Doctor then moved one of her hands to the back of your head and the other to your torso to grope your chest. The Doctor then walked you backwards until your back was steadily against the wall.

“Don’t run away like that again!” The Doctor groaned when you broke away from the kiss for air.

“I was just trying to help you, though.”

“Well, helping me is fine, but not like that. Gotta keep you safe with me. Otherwise, I’ll lock you in the TARDIS.”

“Ooo, that could be fun!” You nipped at The Doctor’s neck, then placed a kiss on the spot you bit.

“Y/n! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Come on, you have to admit that you would like to see me tied up in our bed. There’s no way for The Master to get me from all the way in there.” You sultrily whispered into The Doctor’s ear. The Doctor nipped at your neck in retaliation before tossing you over her shoulder and carrying you to your shared bedroom. The adventure the two of you were on would have to wait; the both of you had love express first.

Hi :)

Does anyone know where I can watch the 2018 or 2019 Les Misérables with Joseph Quinn for cheap or for free?

I want to watch it for Joseph, but I also want to write some Enjolras fanfic.

-Ghost

Hello I have a question would you do a Master x reader request which involves the reader and master going into heat. I just want to make sure before I send my request.

Have a great day

Hi! Thank you for the question.

I will write stuff like that. I definitely devoured cheetah!Master fics during 2020, so I’m comfortable with requests along those lines.

I haven’t written a fic like that before, but I will absolutely try my best!

I am excited to hear your request, anon!

I hope that you have a good day!

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy this!

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

Runaway Makeout

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After running away from a threat, The Doctor and you impulsively reveal your crushes on the other.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

Warnings - Canon typical violence, making out. 13 might be a bit ooc in this, but I don’t know. I just thought that this was cute

Word Count - 540

A/n - I think I made this more of a gender neutral reader because it’s more of a blurb than a full long fic. This was requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You and The Doctor ran down the hall of the Sontaran ship, hand in hand. The Sontaran soldiers were running not too far behind the two of you and firing their weapons in your general direction. Thankfully, The TARDIS was just around the corner and the two of you quickly entered the ship before the Sontarans could reach you. The Doctor then piloted you away to safety.

“Are you okay?” You walked up to The Doctor and inspected her now burnt and ripped-up coat. While you were examining the Sontaran ship, a lone soldier snuck up on you and almost killed you. Then The Doctor showed up from wherever she was searching and saved you, but she almost got shot in the process.

“Okay?! Of course, I’m okay, I’m the king of okay! … Queen … Queen of okay… Doesn’t matter! Royalty of okay. I’m the royalty of okay!” The Doctor smiled at you warmly. You frowned back at the Gallifreyan, though. You hated when she would throw herself into dangerous situations for you.

“Don’t do that!”

“What? I have to make sure that you’re safe. I don’t know what I would do without you.” The Doctor held the side of your face in her palm and brushed a bit of soot away from your cheek. You didn’t know what to do when The Doctor grew affectionate like this. It was a recent development, and it always made you flustered.

“Well, I’m happy that you didn’t get hurt in the process. But your coat? It’s destroyed!”

“Don’t worry about that. I have another. Now, we have to find out who the Sontarans are working with and what they are up to.” You ignored the first question that popped into your mind. Which was about how many coats did The Doctor have that were identical to each other, but you chose to ignore it and focus on the situation that you were in. You thought about everything that you went through today and all the information you gathered and witnessed, so you suggested a plan in the hopes that The Doctor would approve.

“Y/n! You are an absolutely brilliant genius!” The Doctor grabbed your face again and kissed you quickly on the lips then turned around to The TARDIS console in order to enact the plan you devised. However, you wanted to kiss The Doctor more. You spun The Doctor back around and kissed her again, but this time it was more passionate. You held onto the back of The Doctor’s neck and The Doctor held your hips tightly, pulling you closer toward her until your body was pressed firmly up against hers. Suddenly, The Doctor pushed you away from her; your lips disconnected with a pop.

“Even though I love this, we really need to deal with those Sontarans.”

“Right … Sorry.” You were worried that you got the wrong impression of your relationship with The Doctor.

“Don’t apologise.” The Doctor softly kissed your lips again in order to reassure you of her intentions toward you. 

“I absolutely intend to kiss you more after we deal with all this mess.” The Doctor then smiled widely, and excitedly, before piloting the two of you off to stop those pesky Sontarans. 

Look To The Future Now

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After going to a Christmas party, The Reader drops off a present for The Master for Christmas and The Master returns the kindness.

Based On This Request - 

Warnings - The Master being drunk and lonely/self-deprecating/depressed, breaking into the reader’s apartment, some suggestive themes, some references to canon. This is a canon-divergent fic - The Power of The Doctor happened, but The Doctor didn’t regenerate and the reader and Yaz still travel with her.

Word Count - 3308

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I got emotional writing this Christmas fic, too! I hope that you enjoy this and have an amazing Christmas!

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Graham and Ryan were hosting the annual Christmas party this year. Before they decided to leave, you and the rest of your friends would have a little party in the TARDIS for the holidays before briefly returning to Earth to celebrate with your families and your friends. Graham extended this tradition to the group he started: the support group for previous companions of The Doctor.

The lot of you were cramped in Graham and Ryan’s home. Some companions didn’t join the party upon hearing that The Doctor would be there, though. They meant no ill will by it; they just weren’t ready to see their old alien friend again after so much time apart. Most of those who chose not to attend, in fact, bought The Doctor little trinkets and presents with notes containing apologies for their absences that Graham passed along to The Doctor. 

Other than a few mentions of past trauma, everyone had a wonderful time at the party. There was delicious food, party games, and general kindness in the air. 

You, however, weren’t having the best time. The festivities were happy and loving, but the number of people in attendance was draining. It was exciting to be with your new friends at the beginning of the party, but now you felt sluggish. All you wanted was to go home and sleep, but there was one stop you had to make before the night was over.

You had a gift prepared for The Master. And, obviously, you couldn’t just ask The Doctor to take you to The Master so you could give him a Christmas present. She would suspect you of being a spy if you did that. So you had to go through tons of shenanigans in order to get his present to him.

The Doctor dropped you off at your apartment and said her goodbyes and happy Christmases and planned for when she would pick you up again before leaving to drop some other people off at their homes. Once you knew that The Doctor was gone and not returning, you retrieved The Master’s gift and walked back out into the cold in order to enact your plan.

You had always been close to The Master since he was first introduced to you as O. You were a new companion to The Doctor at the time and The Master, or O rather, comforted you throughout the adventure and your dealings with the Kasaavin. Even after he revealed himself as The Master, he tried to be as comforting to you as possible, as possible as Time Lord can be when he knew that he was going to crash a plane.

You had O’s number from that adventure and when The Doctor went missing after everything that happened on Gallifrey you took a chance and texted The Master. Basically, you poured your heart out to him. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you had witnessed and been through and you didn’t know how to handle your life now that so much had changed. Graham and Ryan were supportive, but they didn’t understand what you were feeling, and like you, Yaz was breaking down over the loss of The Doctor. 

It took a couple of days, but The Master responded. He said every word, every phrase, every feeling you needed to hear, and more. He would text you to make sure you were doing okay, and he would ask if you needed his help, even though he was trying to keep a low profile at the moment. When the two of you were free, The Master and you would call each other and talk about everything on your minds. He was the biggest support you had during that time in your life and part of you sensed that he felt the same way about you.

Eventually, the two of you meet up in person. Because you were aligned with The Doctor, even though you had a soft spot for The Master, you were weary of The Master’s motives. So you requested to meet up in a public place. 

There was a little canal that ran through a cosy marketplace in your town. Oftentimes, people would go to the cafe or the bakery and then feed the ducks by the canal. You asked The Master to meet you at the canal and when you arrived, The Master was already sitting on a bench wrapped in Christmas lights feeding the ducks. You had bought The Master some hot chocolate from the cafe and some double chocolate muffins which he devoured; you worried if he was actually taking care of himself, but you were too scared to ask him that at the time. 

Meeting on the little bench, permanently wrapped in Chritsmas lights, by the duck-filled canal became your routine meeting spot with The Master. So, it was the only logical location, in your mind, to leave The Master’s gift.

Finally, after walking a long way from your flat, you made it to the bench. It was very cold and dark out. The Christmas lights everywhere did make everything seem warmer, but every once in a while, the bitter wind would cut through many layers and make you wince. 

You placed The Master’s present under the bench and placed a homing beacon on it. You had gotten the beacon from The Master. You were only supposed to use it in emergency circumstances only, but you made a telepathic wish to The Master’s TARDIS to take the beacon lightheartedly. Lastly, you left a thermos of hot chocolate and a small lunchbox filled with double chocolate muffins by the present. You made those instead of getting them from the cafe and the bakery by the canal so they would be fresher when The Master received them. If he received them. Your versions of the sweet treats probably weren’t as good in comparison, but you tried your best and you hoped that The Master would appreciate the sentiment. Now, you could return to your home and sleep. 

After travelling back to your flat you walked in and sleepily fumbled out of your party clothes and into your sleep clothes. You kept the majority of your lights off, but you turned on your Christmas lights so you weren’t stumbling around in complete darkness. Sooner rather than later, you completely passed out under your many blankets that you had dragged onto your couch.

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The Master stumbled out of his TARDIS into the bitter cold wind of December. He was a bit tipsy and very upset. He wasn’t ignorant of The Doctor’s affinity for this time of the year and instead of trying to destroy the planet Earth, he chose to torture himself. He followed The Doctor and you on your adventures throughout the day. He was mainly just doing it to make fun of all the weird Humany Christmas stuff that you and The Extended Fam were getting up to, along with peering at your beauty, but then the two of you went to the party. That’s when The Master started drinking. Everyone looked so happy to be there partying on Christmas. And he was all alone and miserable.

The Master pouted away from stalking you and The Doctor’s companions when The Doctor and Yaz got caught under the mistletoe together. They bumbled around the encounter which made The Doctor roll his eyes in annoyance.

The Master certainly wasn’t jealous of The Doctor at that moment. He just wanted to be included in something like this, even though he hated holiday celebrations like that. He could have gotten stuck under the mistletoe with you if he had been invited. He would have liked that. Especially the part where he would get to see your shocked face upon realising the situation you were in. And kissing you, of course. Kissing you would obviously be the best part of that holiday ritual.

The Master was planning on going to some random planet and killing or taking over something in order to distress from witnessing you having fun without you. But then his TARDIS beeped rapidly and piloted him back to Earth.

“No! No. Listen to me, I am your Master, and you will obey me! We are not going back to Earth. What is up with you?” The Master drunkenly rambled as he tried to take back control of his ship. 

The staggered through the semi-crowded streets of equally lonely drunk people until he got a ping on his TCE. It was a message from The TARDIS directing him into the middle of your town. He followed the directions that his TARDIS gave him until he stood in front of the bench he would always sit at until you arrived to join him with hot chocolate and muffins. The Master looked around, but you were nowhere to be seen. So why would his TARDIS lead him here?

“Why are you bringing me here? Y/n’s not here. What the point of making go to Earth when Y/n isn’t even present?!” The Master telepathically yelled at his ship while dramatically, and drunkenly, looked around to see if you were hiding somewhere.

“Look under the bench, Master.” If The TARDIS had eyes, she would have rolled them dramatically at his antics.

“Don’t take that tone with me! I don’t believe in Human Christmas, but there is no need for you to be so glib on a day like today.” 

Despite his pouty attitude, The Master did as he was told and looked under the bench. To his surprise, he found a neat-looking present with a thermos and a lunchbox beside it. He turned off the homing beacon before briefly inspecting what was before him. The present was a decently sized box in purple wrapping paper with a bronze-coloured ribbon tied around it. There was also a little tag attached with ‘The Master’ written on it in your handwriting. Have you gotten him a present? Impossible! You wouldn’t have done that for him. This must be a cruel trick by The Doctor or one of The Master’s enemies. This definitely wasn’t your kindness.

Despite his scepticism, The Master took the presents that were apparently his. He carefully tucked the present under his arm, while delicately carrying the thermos and lunchbox in his hands, and headed back to his ship in order to examine the present more thoroughly. 

The Master, impatiently, chose to investigate the present by the console instead of walking all the way to his study. He was tired and sad and believed that this was just a cruel joke that he wanted to get over with as soon as possible.

The Master opened the thermos first. He smelled the liquid inside expecting it to smell like poison, but it smelled like the hot chocolate you made for him that one time the two of you got rained out and had to rush to your apartment in order to simulate the routine the two of you had built together. He then opened the lunchbox and saw muffins similar to the ones that you always bought him. The Master was beginning to believe that this was actually a present from you, but for both his physical and emotional safety he couldn’t be positive until he ran some tests.

The Master talked absentmindedly while doing some exams over the box and the food and drink. The TARDIS beeped impatiently. She believed him to be ridiculous and just wanted him to properly enjoy all of the work and care you put into this gift. The Master sensed her annoyance.

“What? Do you want this probable bomb to explode and kill us both?”

“It’s just a present, Master! It’s from Y/n. There is no need to act like this.”

The Master sighed. Part of him wanted this to all be a trick. He had grown used to people hating him, using him, betraying him. It would make sense for you to do the same. He didn’t know how to be good for you. He didn’t know how to be who you needed. If all of this was a trick, then he wouldn’t have to face his fears of being an inferior potential partner to you.

“Are you positive?” The Master asked vulnerably.

“Y/n wouldn’t trick you. Y/n would never do something like that to you, Master. You know that.” The TARDIS beeped reassuringly.

The Master sighed again, but, finally, he opened your gift.

Inside was a vinyl record, Nightflight to Venus by Boney M., and a Russian doll painted to look like him in his Rasputin costume. The Master moved from the console to one of his sofas to get a better look at the gifts while enjoying the treats you made for him. The Master then opened up the record in order to play the album and when he looked at the songbook, he saw that you had written a little note around on the page dedicated to the song “Rasputin.”

‘I should be really upset about everything that happened that day, but you look surprisingly amazing in that costume, and I was completely mesmerised by your dancing! :)’

The Master smirked then picked up the Russian doll to see if you had hidden any other sweet notes inside. He separated that body and saw that the next doll looked like him in his seismology professor outfit with, as he expected, a little note in between the layers.

‘I need you to one day explain what Ace meant by “when I last saw you, you used to be half cat” comment.’

The Master laughed at that note. He didn’t think that you were ready for that conversation yet. The next layer of the Russian doll was painted to look like The Master in his purple outfit that he wore on Gallifrey. This note was much more sentimental.

‘I will never be able to understand the full history between you and The Doctor, but I hope that you understand that I am here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just be with.’

The Master took a deep breath before removing that layer and moving on to the next which looked like the outfit he wore when he was captured by the Kasaavin.

‘I am so sorry that you had to spend seventy-seven years alone.’

Again, The Master paused before continuing. He enjoyed both the flirty and the caring moments he got to experience with you, but sometimes the kinder moments startled him. He wasn’t used to that sort of attitude being directed his way, even though he loved knowing that you felt this way toward him. 

The penultimate layer was painted to look like him in the tux he wore to Barton’s party during your first adventure together.

‘You looked amazing in that tux! You should wear stuff like that more often.’

Again, The Master chuckled at your note. But he assumed that you wrote something more sentiment for the next layer and he tried to prepare himself. 

The final layer was him in the outfit he wore as O when the two of you first met. And he was right about the sentimentality of your note.

‘Sometimes I wish that we had met under different circumstances. Not in a bad way, but sometimes I worry that The Doctor’s perception of you clouded my early image of you. I’m sorry about that, Master.’

The Master upon first look thought that the final doll was solid wood, but after turning it around in his fingers in thought over your notes he noticed that it opened as well. Inside, there was a full letter from you, not just a little note.

Master,

I didn’t really know whether to be funny or cute with the comments and notes, so I just kinda did both. But I want you to know that I do care about you. I really do. 

It is really difficult to still be friends with The Extended Fam and The Doctor while also being interested in you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I care about you and don’t care about what they have to say. 

Sometimes I wish that they would just try to understand you, but I’m afraid that they won’t. I’ll be here, though. As long as you’ll have me. I’ll be here.

Anyway, I hope that you have an amazing Christmas, Master, and a very happy New Year!

With care,

Y/n

The Master jumped up from his seat and ran to the console, but The TARDIS had already piloted him to your apartment. He was emotional, of course, but why should he wallow in his TARDIS alone when he could be with you and return the feelings you had expressed to him?

Once he was by your flat, The Master knocked frantically on your door, but you didn’t answer. The Master grew impatient and fearful. Something could have happened to you, but if nothing had and you were just busy, that didn’t matter. The Master needed to see you now!

The Master broke into your flat with his TCE and manically began looking for you. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to look very far as you were sleeping soundly on your couch. The Master let out a sigh of relief and closed the door to your flat as quietly as possible. He then walked over to your couch and sat with his back on the armrest closest to where your head was.

The sadness of the day, the alcohol, and the surprise and happiness of you giving The Master a Christmas gift all caught up to him at once and he just felt incredibly tired. So, The Master leaned his head back on the arm of the couch and quickly fell asleep.

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You stirred back into the world of awakeness after having a beautiful dream about spending a Christmas with The Master with no sneaking around or hiding or secret meetings. It was just the two of you being together with no judgment. It was a beautiful dream, but like all beautiful dreams, it ended too soon.

To your surprise, when you awoke you saw The Master sleeping in a sitting position against your couch, his head resting uncomfortably against the arm of it.

“Master … Master!” You shook The Master awake. 

“Y/n! What time is it?” 

“About three in the morning. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to thank you for the present.”

“You didn’t need to do that. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You readjusted yourself on the couch from kind of lying down position to one where you were fully sitting up and you placed your hand on the armrest. The Master then rested his head against your hand.

“Are you still tired?” The Master nodded against your hand.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want. It would be better than sleeping on the floor against the arm of the couch.” The Master gave you a hooded look; a look that gave the impression that he was about to pounce on you. But something in his eyes changed mid glance, they became softer, more thoughtful.

“We could always go back to my TARDIS. Get you a room. Or just have you stay in mine.” You looked into the eyes of the Time Lord before you for a moment, inspecting to see if he was telling you the truth or tricking you. A wide smile spread across your face upon feeling the truth radiating from him.

“Seeing and sleeping in The Doctor’s Best Enemy’s bedroom … That would be quite the Christmas present!” And with that, The Master carried you to his TARDIS for the night or however long you wished to stay with him. Your life and relationship with The Master had only just begun!

And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After everything that happened in the universe, you just wanted a calm Christmas with everyone you cared about, including The Master.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Doctor and The Extended Fam being a bit rude, The Master feeling depressed, some suggestive bits, some references to season 12 canon. This is a canon divergent fic - let’s forget that The Power of The Doctor happened for a bit.

Word Count - 4593

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by @sessa23. Thank you so much for this request! I really enjoyed writing it, even though it made me emotional. I hope that you enjoy this and have a great Christmas!

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It was almost time for everyone to arrive, and you were dreading the decisions you had made leading up to this day. Even How The Grinch Stole Christmas playing in your living room couldn’t calm you down!

A couple of weeks ago, after The Doctor had brought you, Dan, and Yaz home for the beginning of the holiday season, you had the brilliant idea to host a Christmas dinner for everyone. And your tired, adrenaline and adventure-muddled brain meant everyone, including The Master. 

You had plenty of opportunities to change your mind and not invite The Master or uninvite him even, but you could never bring yourself to do it. Despite how The Master treated The Doctor and The Extended Fam, he tried to treat you with the utmost respect, always. 

You don’t think The Doctor knew, or if she did, she didn’t tell you, but you had texted and written to The Master many times. He initiated contact first. He was supercilious and threatening, with an undertone of flirting, during his first message to you. You knew that he meant to scare you, even though he was probably joking. You didn’t respond to his threat, though. Instead, you asked him where he had found his coat; you declared your desire to have a coat like that, seeing how warm it looked on him. This began a series of communications between the two of you. You talked about everything, including your shared pain of being ignored by The Doctor. 

It was probably dangerous for you to share such personal information with an intergalactic criminal, but you couldn’t stop. The Master just seemed to understand you on a deeper level than The Fam and definitely more than The Doctor ever could.

Things became serious between the two of you, though, when the two of you began calling and face-timing each other. Again, he called you first. You were having a panic attack over something minor in retrospect, and somehow The Master knew and called you to help you. He took your panic very seriously and quickly calmed you down. Now, on top of your regular texts and letters, you and The Master called nearly every night before you, at least, went to bed and sometimes in the morning or throughout the day.

It never seemed to cross your mind why The Master was so attached to you until today. Finally, you realised that he was lonely. You obviously couldn’t assume everything, but after all the conversations you had with The Master, you came to the conclusion that he was, at least, a bit remorseful for the things he did and he just wanted, or needed, someone to want him in return. Maybe he was only remorseful because he had accidentally hurt you in the past because of your closeness with The Doctor. Either way, The Doctor was wrong about him; The Master wasn’t an irredeemable monster. You just hoped that putting The Master in this environment today wouldn’t trigger him. For his sake, you hoped that this Christmas dinner went smoothly.

You were setting up your dining room table for the fourth time when Graham and Ryan arrived at your flat. You were glad that they arrived first. Graham especially always managed to calm you down. He was probably the person you opened up to the most other than The Master. Your relationships between the two obviously weren’t comparable, but Graham was definitely a support person for you. 

After placing some presents under your Christmas tree and putting some food away, Graham helped you organise the table to where it wasn’t so cluttered and busy while Ryan prepared the three of you some drinks.

Dan arrived next, with a bundle of presents under one arm and a stack of tin boxes filled to the brim with homemade cookies in the other. A bag filled with Christmas crackers hung precariously from one of his pinkies.

Yaz arrived with The Doctor, which didn’t surprise you. It seemed to not surprise Dan, Graham and Ryan either, so you were happy to not be the only one to see the obvious connection between the two. The Doctor had brought some alien dish that you were frankly scared to eat, while Yaz made up for that by bringing two large dishes that looked delicious.

You still hadn’t told any of your friends of the other suspected guest, however, The Master still wasn’t there, and it had been about half an hour since he was supposed to arrive. Maybe he wasn’t going to come. If he wasn’t, there was no need to tell your friends that you had invited someone that tried to murder them on multiple occasions to Christmas dinner. You could just enjoy the day with them and stop stressing about losing them as long as they didn’t ask any questions.

“Why do you have an extra seat set up, Y/n?” Yaz asked after the current conversation the six of you were having dried up.

“Oh, I just think that the table looks better that way. If I don’t set up that seat, then it just feels weird.” You lied, but you hoped that no one would question you too much. 

“That makes sense. One of my previous regenerations was like that! You would've gotten along well with him.” The Doctor stated before slurping up the neon green, spindly food of the alien dish she brought.

You were going to ask about The Doctor’s previous regeneration because you loved hearing about her past even though she rarely talked about it, but then there was a knock on your door. You thought it was a neighbour at first, but then three more knocks followed. It was him. The Master actually showed up. 

“Who’s that?” Yaz questioned.

“Maybe carolers?” Dan pondered out loud.

“I’ll get the door! Everyone stay here. Enjoy the meal.” You jumped up from your seat and ran to the door of your apartment. You opened it frantically to see an anxious-looking Master. You had never seen him like that before and worry instantly washed over you.

“Happy Christmas.” You commented in the hope that it might ease his worry, but it did not.

“Yeah, happy Christmas.”

“Are you alright?” You were about to reach out to hold his arm reassuringly, but you decided against it.

“Everyone else is here, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. I didn’t tell them that you were coming, just in case …”

“Just in case I backed out. I’m not The Doctor, love. I don’t do that to the people I care about.”

“Are you ready to meet them or … ?” You cut yourself off when you heard The Doctor shout about what was taking so long.

“I think we should just get the confrontational bit over with. I am starving and I heard that you Humans eat loads at Christmas!” The Master bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he showed himself into your flat. He wanted to try and seem calm for you so as to not worry you more than you clearly already were. He looked around for a bit, fascinated by being in your space and finally seeing how you live. After closing your apartment door and pulling The Master away from sneaking away to look into your bedroom or break into The Doctor’s TARDIS, you lead The Master to your kitchen and to all of your other guests.

“Who was at the door, Y/n? Are we expecting someone else?” You stuttered for a moment, unsure really of what to say. You had not prepared enough for this part of the day. You felt The Master walk up behind you and into the kitchen. You then saw the faces of your friends contort into various forms of fear, disgust, anger and confusion.

“Hello. Happy Christmas, everyone.” The Master gave an awkward wave to your friends as he anxiously shifted back and forth on his feet.

“Y/n, can I speak with you for a moment?” The Doctor asked, but it wasn’t a question. She was already beginning to stand from her chair and walk out of the kitchen.

“Of course, Doctor. Master, you can sit in the open seat next to mine.” The Doctor and the Master glared at each other when they passed. The Doctor felt betrayed that you would invite him here. The Master was just upset that The Doctor was choosing to ruin your holidays with bickering.

“Why did you invite him here, Y/n?” The Doctor asked angrily once the two of you were alone and as far away from your kitchen as possible.

“Because I wanted to.”

“Y/n?”

“Isn’t Christmas a time for forgiveness, Doctor? And besides, no one should be alone on Christmas, including him.” The Doctor sighed as if she were trapped. She understood your position, but she continued to be sceptical of The Master’s motives. But it was Christmas, so maybe he deserved one more chance.

“I don’t like that you’ve done this.”

“Fine, but can we yell at each other later and just enjoy ourselves today?” The Doctor nodded defeatedly. Then you and The Doctor walked back into the kitchen in silence. You could tell from the faces of The Master and your friends that they all heard your conversation, and frankly, you didn’t care. The Master was there for you when you needed him, probably more than The Doctor and The Fam had, and you didn’t care who knew about it.

It was uncomfortably silent while the seven of you ate. This isn’t what you wanted. You don't know why, but every time you imagined today, the seven of you were happy and joking around. No one would be mentioning the Kasaavin or Gallifrey or the Timeless Child; it would just be a fun day between unlikely friends. It was just seven people with a lot of trauma having a bit of fun. But you now thought that to be a naive daydream and you cursed yourself for setting this whole dinner up. 

You felt The Master bump the side of your leg with his knee. You looked over at him. The Master, you could tell, was trying to ask you if you were alright without using telepathy. He knew that The Doctor would have called him out for doing that if he had. You smiled at him before returning to stare at your food. You didn’t want him to know how upset you were.

The atmosphere was still incredibly tense. You racked your brain for a moment about how to salvage the day because the food wasn’t working. But nothing popped into your head. You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt like the day was ruined, that all of your friends were disappointed in you, and that you had forced The Master into a difficult situation for no reason. You needed to get out of this suffocating environment. You stood up abruptly and left the room.

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“What are you doing here?” The Doctor immediately sneered at her best enemy as soon as you had left the room.

“Y/n invited me.”

“You are planning something! I know it! You’ve hypnotised Y/n in order to get closer to us and you are planning something horrible and deadly!”

“I just want to be here because Y/n invited me.”

“No. It’s got to be more than that. Everything you have ever done in your life alludes to you doing something colossal! You would never do anything out of the kindness of your hearts!” The Doctor pointed her finger accusingly before slamming her hand down on the table.

The Master took a deep breath in order to calm himself down after withstanding to The Doctor’s tirade. He wanted to explode on The Doctor; to pull out his TCE and shoot his best enemy in each one of her hearts, but he wouldn’t ruin your Christmas like that. The Master took another deep breath before responding.

“As I stated before, Doctor, if you ever listen, I am here because Y/n invited me. And I didn’t want to disappoint them on Christmas. I’ve heard that holidays during this season of the year are fairly important in Human culture.”

An awkward silence fell over the table. The Doctor was glaring at her companions to back her up for support, but they remained silent. Even though they had been hurt by The Master in the past, and they were currently sceptical of him, but it was Christmas. They just wanted to have a calm and loving holiday season with their friends and families. The Master hung his head low and was wishing for your swift return.

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You initially left the freakishly silent table to just have a breath alone, just in case the tears you were fighting won the battle. You spun around your living room, looking for where you had placed your tissues, and then you caught a glimpse of your Christmas tree, which had many presents beneath it. You grabbed the lot and returned to the kitchen. 

“You don’t have to open them now. I just wanted to give them to you before I forgot. Not to mention that this might defuse some of the tension.” 

You handed each person their presents. The Master did a double take when you initially handed him his present. He didn’t think that he would be included in the majority of the holiday festivities, let alone this one. He held the present carefully, delicately in his lap. He couldn’t stop staring at it as if it were his most prized possession.

The Doctor almost instantaneously seemed to forget her anger towards The Master and immediately opened her present, which didn’t surprise you. But you breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing The Doctor return to her usual childlike self.

“Oh! It’s present time! Amazing. I’ll get my gifts for everyone! Do you want me to get yours, Yaz?” Dan jovially questioned.

“I’ll get mine and The Doctor’s. Ryan? Graham? What about you two?” Yaz responded.

“I’ll get the presents from the both of us, son.” Graham sounded as he joined in the present retrieving.

Once everyone exchanged presents, Graham and Yaz thanked you and tucked their presents away to open up once they got home. You did similarly to them and put your presents under your chair for later. Ryan and Dan, however, followed The Doctor’s lead and opened their presents as soon as their hands were on them, Ryan more rambunctiously so. The Master just continued to stare down at his present in disbelief. He couldn’t remember the last time someone gifted him something. The Master was going to refuse the present and give it back to you because he didn’t deserve it, but then Dan gave a raucous cheer upon opening Graham’s present to him. It was a brand new and expensive wok.

“Y/n relayed your handiwork with a wok.” Graham said, causing Dan to chuckle in response. But unfortunately, silence quickly returned to the table once the gift exchange was over. To your surprise, The Master was the first to speak up.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have anything to give any of you. I’m not particularly knowledgeable about Christmas and its specific traditions, or any holidays around this time of the year really.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Master. I’m just happy that you’re here with all of us.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“Yeah, you not leaving us on a crashing plane is present enough.”

“Graham!”

“I’m sorry. I-”

“There’s no need to apologise. I haven’t exactly been a joy to be around for the majority of you. So, I’m not going to be petty about just retaliation.” The Master spoke sullenly, and it broke your heart. Yes, he hurt The Fam and The Doctor and threatened them, but you could see that he was trying. You just wished that your friends could see that, too. You laid a hopefully reassuring hand on The Master’s shoulder, but then you felt him tense beneath you and saw that all of your friends gave you pointed looks. So, you removed your hand.

Dan then coughed awkwardly. He didn’t know much about The Master’s antics, mostly just what Yaz had told him, and he just wanted to have a good day with his friends. Despite The Doctor’s trepidation and Yaz’s ice-cold stare, Dan saw The Master as a friend because The Master was a friend of yours. Dan also noticed all the trouble you were putting into the event, and he just wanted to try and help you in cheering everyone up.

“I brought some homemade cookies from my parents and some crackers, too.”

“May I join in this festivity?” The Master asked politely as Dan retrieved a tin of cookies for the table. 

“Of course, mate. They’re for everyone.” Dan clapped The Master on the back. You gave The Master a look to not comment and thankfully he just enjoyed the cookies while Dan and Yaz began handing out some Christmas crackers.

Maybe it was the presents or maybe the crackers, or even the cookies, or maybe it was just Dan being friendly and nice as always that helped lighten the general mood of the room. All of you ended up talking about fun things and laughing at random stories. Everyone even enjoyed the stories The Master told. And there was no talk of the bad things that The Master had done in the past, only the fun and funny things. 

Yaz and Ryan opened a couple of bottles of wine, everyone pulled some Christmas crackers. You exchanged prizes and paper crowns and all of you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying yourselves. Everyone in attendance had wide smiles and full stomachs and so many presents and knickknacks to take home.  But unfortunately, the day had to end.

“Despite the  … surprises … I had a brilliant time! Absolutely brilliant.” The Doctor said before giving you a ‘goodbye’ hug.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I can’t wait to do this next year!” Ryan excitedly shouted.

“Well, I don’t know about that …” The Doctor muttered softly, but you and The Master both heard.

“Oh, come on, Doc, you just said that you had a good time.” Graham countered as your friends clambered into the TARDIS and said their final goodbyes. The Master, though, hung behind in your apartment for a moment to have a quiet conversation alone with you.

“Thank you for inviting me. You obviously didn’t have to. But I very much appreciate it.” The Master handed you the present you have given him.

“Do you not want it?” You were hurt. You put so much effort into the day and the present. You wanted him to enjoy it and to see how much you cared for him.

“Of course I want it. I just don’t deserve it, Y/n.” You sighed at The Master’s self-deprecation. Thankfully he wasn’t rejecting you, but you hated seeing him this sad. That was part of the point of the present, to cheer The Master up during the holiday season.

“Just take it, Master, please. It’s Christmas.” You forced the present back into The Master’s hands and then tackled him into a hug.

“And take care of yourself, Master.” You kissed The Master's cheek and with that, the two of you said your goodbyes for the day. 

The Master walked away from your flat bittersweetly. He didn’t know how to process the event that just occurred to him. He felt like he experienced a fever dream of a day filled with his wildest dreams and his deepest fears. And he still had a present to open, so the turmoil of emotions he experienced today were likely not finished turning in his brain.

When he arrived in his TARDIS, The Master brought your present out of his bigger-on-the-inside pocket and stared at it again. You were too sweet for your own good. First, you invited him to join you in your Christmas celebrations, then you got him a gift. Unbelievable! It was as if you were begging for The Master to become obsessed with you.

The Master carefully untied the purple bow and carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper in an attempt to not rip it. The Master wouldn’t describe himself as a hoarder, even though other people had, but he wanted to keep every part of this gift to remember it, and your effort and kindness, properly.

You got him a couple of sets of purple and orange socks. He smiled at this. You noticed his proclivity for statement socks. He took one pair out of the box and observed how heavy it was, not like any pair of socks he had before. He wondered if these were some new Human inventions, weighted socks, maybe made for anxiety havers. The Master then looked inside the socks and saw that there was an item inside them. Before discovering what you had hidden inside the pair of socks he first held, he looked into the other pairs you had given him and, like the first pair, you had hidden more gifts in those socks. 

Upon unrolling each pair of socks, The Master found that you had also gifted him a pair of expensive-looking cufflinks, a quaint key chain with a Spotify code of one of his favourite Human songs, “Rasputin”, and a small rubber ducky wearing an “I raided Area 51” shirt. He rolled his eyes at the last gift. He never should have told you that he was actually responsible for that “meme”. Under all of the socks was an illustrated copy of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. If the socks were anything to go by, you hid something in the book. And The Master was correct. In the section where Dorothy’s house flies up into the air because of the tornado, The Master found a letter addressed to him. 

Just like the box, he opened the letter with care. In your handwriting, written by a purple inked pen, you wrote:

Master, 

I never want to intrude when it comes to you and your personal space and needs, but I want you to know that you are always welcome at my flat and in my life. I’m not going to judge you or pressure you or rat you out to The Doctor in any way. I just want you to have someone, and I hope that I could be that someone for you.

I know that things are complicated because of your long history with The Doctor and, more recently, everything revolving around the Kasaavin and Gallifrey. But I have really appreciated all of our communications with each other. I actually felt seen and heard by you, and I hope I made you feel the same way. Maybe I could one day get everyone else to see the softer, more caring and more protective side of yourself that you so often hide. You probably wouldn’t like that, though. But thank you for allowing me to see that side of you. I really do love talking with you, and I appreciate everything you have done for me.

I hope to see you again, preferably in a non-threatening environment. :)

Happy Holidays

Y/n

The Master sighed deeply trying to hold back his tears, but apparently, his emotions won over his resolve. The Master burst into tears. Emotions from decades and centuries that he had pushed down now rose up and flowed through him; his loneliness and isolation all becoming painfully aware to him as he read your letter. You really were the only person he had at this moment, maybe in his entire life. The Master would have to prove his worth to you properly. Get you a coat like his, at the very least.

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You stumbled out of your room, still dizzy from sleep, to answer your door. An incessant knocking woke you up from where you had fallen asleep while watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Despite being incredibly drained from the anxiety of the day, you tried to cheer yourself up with some Christmas spirit. You grew incredibly annoyed, however, when there was no one behind your front door. You looked around; no one was down the hall, no one left anything for you, not even a note on the door!

You shut your door, disgruntled, but made your way back to your room. You stopped suddenly in your path, though, upon seeing something previously not there out of the corner of your eye. Under your Christmas tree sat a square, purple box tied up securely in gold ribbon. 

You strode up to the box and investigated it curiously. It looked safe, but you were still cautious.  Before opening the box, you opened the letter, addressed to you, which was placed on top.

My Darling Y/n,

If I had more time to plan, I would gift you something more sufficient in order to repay you for your overly caring nature. Though, I hope that this will make do for the time being. You may find some extra goodies hidden throughout, but I intend to spoil you greatly with many more gifts in the future.

With love,

Your caring Master

Of course, it was The Master! You smiled from ear to ear both because he got you a gift and because he reciprocated your feelings, but also because he opened your present and enjoyed Christmas dinner. 

You carefully, but quickly and excitedly, opened the present The Master had given you. To your wonderment, The Master had gifted you either his purple coat or a coat that looked incredibly similar. You quickly threw the beautifully crafted coat around you, and it instantly warmed you.

You couldn’t help yourself; you were so excited that you had to jump up and down and squeal in pure joy. You then skipped to your full-body mirror and snapped a photo of yourself modelling your Christmas gift.

You sent the picture to The Master, along with the text: ‘I look quite dashing, doncha think? ;)’

The Master instantly peered down at his Human phone, which he kept in order to communicate with you, as soon as he received your message. He smirked and then sent back a reply.

‘Incredibly so! Dare I say, dashing enough to conquer the Universe?’

‘I wouldn’t go that far. I was thinking more of a sexy stranger at a cosy bar…’ You removed your sleep shirt before putting the coat back on, revealing a good portion of your chest. You also moved to take the picture in your bathroom mirror instead in order to hide your Christmas pyjama pants.

‘You absolutely fit that role to a T, love! I hope to see you in that environment and in  that coat in the future.’

‘Oh, you will, Master.’

‘Good. ;) Now be a good little Human and get to bed. It might be Christmas, but you must go to bed at a reasonable time.’ You rolled your eyes at his protective nature, but you knew that he was right.

‘Only if you get a good night’s sleep, too, Master.’

‘That coat must have given you my talent for finagling and manipulation, love.’

‘Nope! That was all you!’

‘The Doctor would be horrified’

‘Let her be.’ The Master genuinely smiled down at his phone and the conversation he was having with you. You were so special to him. He didn’t need gifts or Christmas dinner or flirty texts, even, The Master just needed you in his life. You were the best Christmas present The Master could have asked for.

‘Happy Christmas, Y/n!’

‘Happy Christmas, Master!’

It’s Christmas, you moron.

I’m going to post my Christmas fics soon, but the new Doctor Who trailer has me feeling some Tennant vibes!

So if anyone has any Tennant!Doctor (or even Tennant!Master) requests or ideas, feel free to talk to me about them!

Would love to hear you thoughts!

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!

Hey, I saw that you are working on a Christmas request. If it's okay may I please make a little request where the reader buys the master (Dhawan) a Christmas present and the master opens it on his TARDIS. He's so touched by the gift that he goes back to the reader to thank them but by the time he gets there, they are asleep on a sofa after cleaning up from a Christmas lunch/dinner

Hi! Thank you so much for this request, anon! I wrote this in a fury for Christmas because I really wanted to get it posted on the holiday.

I will post this fic tomorrow and I’ll like it below once I posted it.

I really hope that you enjoy!

Look To The Future Now

Greetings how are you? I was wondering if I could please request a dhawan!master x reader request. The reader invites the master, the doctor and their friends (yaz, Dan, Graham and ryan) for Christmas lunch. They all have lunch together and the reader gives them all a present. The master opens his alone in his tardis and the gift is something that's he really likes and he's touched by the reader giving him a gift.

Hi! Thank you so much for this request!

I will be posting it tomorrow. I will link it below once it’s posted.

I really hope that you enjoy it!

And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day

I feel my teenage Supernatural hyperfixation returning with a vengeance.

Happy first day of Hanukkah to all of my Jewish followers that celebrate!